support
A solid support system is invaluable for one's recovery from psychiatric illness and mental health issues.
Think of It Over and Again
There was a day when a conversation between me and my father arose, how it did I have already forgotten, but the importance of it was the perspectives we had on the subject. I would say that by the end of it, I was left with an open opinion to it.
Guadalupe BarraganPublished 6 years ago in PsycheInterviews with a Big Black Broad: Session #4
Interviewer: How did your collegiate aspirations relate to your experience with BDD? BBB: Before I begin, I should to warn you that this may be the most bizarre coming of age story you've ever heard. I chose a difficult major in college for two reasons: It was revered as prestigious and lucrative, and I was told that once I graduated from all those years of rigorous study, I would have little to no time for a social life while I practiced my trade. I wanted a career that would keep me so busy that I had no time to dwell on my awful appearance. I also wanted a preoccupation that would provide an understandable reason for why I had no time for romantic relationships—why I would never have children. My plan was to strictly focus on my studies, after which, I'd rely on my friends to satisfy whatever social needs I had. I loved to laugh and discuss politics, philosophy and art. So, I targeted those who majored in these subjects to help me indulge my interests when I wasn't studying my more conservative curriculum. Perhaps every now and then, I would enjoy a casual tryst or two if I was feeling up to it. I'd be a workaholic socialite from now on, I thought. Without time to focus on myself—to obsess over my ugliness, I could avoid what I referred to as "The cloud," which were my severely depressed episodes. My new distractions worked to steady my moods and lessen my obsessions. My grades were almost perfect. I'd even managed to acquire a small but well-coveted grant from the university strictly based on my academic merit. There are ugly people all over the world who are very prosperous, I thought. I studied the careers of very successful, powerful men who were also practicing the trade within the field I was studying. Most of them were single, with few or no children, and no one seemed to criticize their life choices. They weren't stigmatized for not living a conventional life. They were celebrated as playboys in fact. This was one of several observations that solidified my decision to become a playgirl. I could be satisfied with just a great career and friends. No husband. No children. I couldn't really conceive of living what all the other girls had coveted since holding their first doll baby: A "normal" life.
Anarda NashaiPublished 6 years ago in PsycheWorld Mental Health Day
Do you ever find yourself struggling to accomplish the smallest task and blaming yourself for it? Have you ever continued with a chore despite everything getting in your way, or just plain going wrong? Are your dirty dishes piling higher in your sink, and you know you should do them but just can’t bring yourself to?
M.G. SprinklePublished 6 years ago in PsycheI AM that Statistic
Every time something happens to one of our friends, family, co-workers, etc., in the form of someone taking their own life, we always ask "Why?" There are a thousand different reasons someone may get to that point. As an advocate for EMS and first responder suicide prevention, I am strongly inclined to reveal the many faceted, never easy answer to this question.
Kathy RoadmanPublished 6 years ago in PsycheTo the Girl Thinking of Ending It
You're the girl who's hiding her struggle with smiles. The girl who wakes up every day and puts one such a brave face, a front saying that she's okay. The girl who thinks no one understands. The one who everyone thinks is okay when she's really not.
Living with Fear
Anxiety, the term no one likes to talk about. This term can mean having a phobia of a certain thing. It can mean being fearful of a certain someone or something. The simple act of anxiety is a mixture of so many things.
Alicia CoonPublished 6 years ago in PsycheMental Illness/How to Eat an Elephant
I'm Eriq Madsen and I have a mental illness. Bipolar, to be exact. As you know, we're experiencing a major crisis in our country. People are killing themselves in large part because of a communication problem.
eriq madsenPublished 6 years ago in PsycheTen Lessons from Ten Years After My Suicide Attempt
Some time this month, ten years ago, my mum burst into my bedroom and found me on my bed surrounded by pill packets. I had been hoarding them to take them all at once and some sort of motherly instinct must have made alarm bells ring because she intervened just in time. I hadn't taken them all yet and she swiped them away from me. I had taken enough to be sick but not enough to do serious harm. This came after months of me self harming, burning myself, giving myself bruises, making myself sick and writing horrible things about myself all the time.
Jaz JohnstonePublished 6 years ago in PsycheTaking a Life
It's that time of the year again. Suicide prevention month. And there are a lot of thoughts I would like to share with anyone willing to stay here and read. Let me start off with why I believe I have the right to talk so openly about my opinion on this topic.
Alexis Ybañez-JohnsonPublished 6 years ago in PsycheThe Semi-Colon
Don't be afraid to reach out for help. Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-273-8255 Suicide Prevention Hotline (Text): 838255 LGBT+ Suicide Prevention Hotline (TrevorLifeline): 866-488-7386 LGBT+ Suicide Prevention Hotline (TrevorText): Text "Trevor" to 1-202-304-1200 Teen Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-872-5437 Christian Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-888-667-5947 Military Veterans Suicide Prevention Hotline: (Press 1) 1-800-273-8255 Suicide Prevention Hotline (Spanish): (Press 2) 1-800-273-8255
Ashton NathanielPublished 6 years ago in PsycheMy Suicide Story
September is a very important month for me. You really don’t think of much when you think of September other than back to school. To me I think about suicide prevention month. Suicide is the tenth leading cause of death in the United States and its count is on the rise. It is extremely controversial to talk about because there’re so many thoughts behind it. Some people don’t understand why people commit suicide or even think about it. For every “successful” (for lack of a better term) suicide there’s 25 attempts. I was almost one of those people so I want to share my story.
CinKay EspinozaPublished 6 years ago in PsycheEverything I Need to Hear Right Now
I'm sorry. I'm sorry you don't get to hear that enough. I'm sorry for the people who have done you wrong and gotten away with it. I'm sorry for the stranger who yelled at you for no reason. I'm sorry I didn't stand up for you more when I needed you to. I'm sorry everything feels so heavy right now, it doesn't seem fair to me, either. I'm sorry most times you feel lost and helpless, I wish I knew how to fix that. I'm sorry I let those people walk all over you, you are not a doormat anymore. I'm sorry you haven't been yourself and nobody's noticed, but most of all, I'm sorry I haven't noticed.